001 | The Doctor will see you now!

[doctorspeak]

Characters: The Doctor and you! All of you!
Setting: Room 1-12 and random halls/floors/whatever
Format: Starting with prose, but I'll follow you
Summary: The Doctor wakes up and immediately goes to inspect ALL THE THINGS!
Warnings: None at the moment.

The first thing the Doctor does when he can move is touch his own face. And the first thing he finds weird about the situation is the fact that his face feels the same. Regeneration is funny like that.

"Same face, same teeth. Ooh! Sounds the same, too. So then why..."

He bolts upright and spots the notes, skimming them briefly before tossing them aside and locking his gaze on the next thing, the trunk. The Doctor flops toward the trunk and immediately begins digging around.

"No. No, no, no. Where are you? Aha! Sonic!"

At last he emerges with a triumphant laugh, a small metal gadget in hand. A flick of his wrist, and it extends, green tip lighting up and emitting a high-pitched whirring noise. He points it at the wall briefly before staring at it as if trying to obtain some kind of information from it.

"What, nothing? What's wrong with you then, eh? What's the bad people done to you?"

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The Doctor is roaming the hallways, occasionally pointing his sonic screwdriver at things and muttering at it. He's dressed in his normal attire now, tweed jacket in place and bow tie adjusted awkwardly over the collar but there nonetheless.

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[doctorspeak]

Not now, Rory, I'm in the middle of something! [the Doctor loudly replies from down the hall]

[beat]

[oh.]

Rory! Rory the Roman, a familiar face at last, good to see you!

[the Doctor jogs down the hall, screwdriver going back into his pocket. Rory himself is brilliant, of course, but where there is a Rory there is always an Amy, and the Doctor would certainly feel loads better if he knew Amy was safe. He stops a few feet from Rory, just. Smiling at him. OKAY RORY YOU CAN SHOW HIM WHERE AMY IS NOW AND ADVENTURES WILL BE HAD!]

[theromanose]

Oh, it's good to see you too!

[oh dear rory is just smiling back, this is probably not a good sign]

Where's Amy?

[doctorspeak]

[there's a pause here as the Doctor rocks back and forth on his heels, that same smile plastered onto his face. When he speaks, his voice is a bit strained and higher-pitched, a sign that he is ignoring the sinking feeling beginning to grow in his chest.]

Why, has she wandered off? She likes to do that, I should know. [and clears his throat because awkward] Should probably do something about that. Not now, of course. Since she's your wife and--you know, my sonic screwdriver isn't working properly here, I'm told it's something in the air. Tried to fix it, didn't work. It'd be easier to look for Amy if it was working, but as I said, it's not. Have to hoof it, I'm afraid! That's Amy, making things difficult, you should know.

[OH MY GOD RORY PLEASE SAY SOMETHING THIS HURTS]

[theromanose]

[smile: fading.]

What, she--she isn't with you? She wasn't with you?

[doctorspeak]

[the Doctor looks lost for a moment, and swallows the growing lump in his throat... Then whips out his screwdriver again]

You know, wonder if I could calibrate it to look for her, seems like it only malfunctions when I'm analyzing the place, maybe not for people. Yeah, that sounds like it'd work, that's brilliant, that.

[theromanose]

[rory just barely stops himself from actually grabbing the doctor--instead he just gets up in his personal space.]

Doctor. If the world's been destroyed and Amy isn't with me or with you, where is she?

[he is not in the mood for your vague distracting bullshit today!]

[doctorspeak]

I don't know! [he roars, hands raised in a gesture of poorly concealed emotion. He immediately withdraws, posture relaxing as he regains his composure.]

... Still working on that.

[theromanose]

[rory's face scrunches like he's going to yell, then relaxes, then scrunches, relaxes again...finally he takes a deep breath and tries to talk in a normal manner. not that he's capable of keeping the strain out of his voice at this point.]

You don't think she's...she's...

[nope, he can't say it. time to switch tracks.]

What about River, do you know where she is?

sobbing these keywords WHY DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF

[doctorspeak]

[the Doctor has enough tact to let the Amy topic go away, plus he's too busy looking like a kicked puppy.]

I've seen River die. My past, her future. Before I knew Amy. Unless someone's created a paradox, she's safe.

i expected them to be "how could this happen to me"

[theromanose]

[it probably says something about the doctor that he apparently spent all of his tact on executing that subject change. and he must have, because that is not in any way information rory needed.

maybe the doctor should have started with "she's safe" and left it at that, because rory is starting to do that thing where he raises one hand, then stops, then prepares to yell but stops himself at the last second. his breathing seems to be getting a little heavy!!]

What? No, just--what?

ffff i keyworded that icon before i had heard that song

[doctorspeak]

[yeah simplifying that... would've been better. The Doctor is good at sticking his foot in his mouth.]

What?

[theromanose]

How can she be safe if she's dead?? What is wrong with you!

[doctorspeak]

[the Doctor rolls... Well, more his entire head than just eyes.] You're definitely a Pond. You lot, so cheery. Come on, Rory, you're a time traveler now, think like one!

[but when he turns back to Rory, he's back into srs explain-stuff-to-humans mode.] Yes, she's dead. And has been. And will be. It's all. Wibbly-wobbly. But everyone, everyone in the universe has a beginning, middle, and an end. It's what's in the middle that really counts, though. I know River's end, that's in my past, her future, which means that her middle is out there, somewhere, some time, and safe. That's all that matters. [and a bit of a fond smile creeps onto his face] Start thinking about everything else, and you'll go mad.

[theromanose]

Only you could smile about--about something like that.

[he sniffs, still miffed. but perhaps the doctor has successfully appeased him for now?]

So, what, it's just you and me, stuck in some tower-like building at the end of the world, and neither of us have any idea where anyone else is.

[a beat, as rory throws his hands up in defeat.]

That's just great.